Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Graham pouted, taking the fry. "Sorry, i forget which mode i'm on sometimes."
Dei-Loki hugged Graham, snickering. "It's fine. Just don't be runnin' at blighters t' give them a hug... As much as I'd love t' see General Ruvik's head fly off after bein' squeezed too hard in a hug. THAT would be an amazing war ender f'r the books." He grinned at the image.